The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

"Are you lost, miss?" he asked, his eyes suspicious, and before she could rethink, Morana picked up the vase beside her and smashed it over his head. The guard's eyes widened before he crumpled down and Morana escaped, berating herself.

Lol don't even try and talk your way out

"You don't hate me," Morana pointed out. "No," he shook his head, his eyes hardening by the second, resolve entering them as she saw him inhale heavily. "I despise you." Morana blinked in surprise at the hatred in his voice,

her twenty-four years,

"Why don't you just get it over with?" she challenged, calling his bluff, her gaze right on him. "There is a wall right there. There is even a car. Pin me down and 'invade my territory'. Or if you hate me as you say, hurt me. Kill me. Why don't you?"

Oh she being a brat

"There was another reason why I followed you tonight." The air stuck in her throat and her chest tightened, her heart pattering. "What?" There was silence for a few seconds, before the words came on, the dead tone in them, the rigid hatred in them turning her stomach. "No one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."

Hot

being the genius that she was,

🙄

Tristan Caine, the absolute gentleman that he was, entered first with smooth steps and turned around to look at her, no chivalry anywhere whatsoever.

Lolllol

Dante turned to her, his dark eyes genuinely concerned. "My apartment is two floors down. I know you said you didn't want to work with him, so if you'd like you can stay there for tonight. I won't be home and it will be empty." She saw Tristan Caine stop on the stairs before she could speak, his entire body tensing as he turned to face Dante, his eyes cool. "She stays here," he growled. Growled.

"Tristan doesn't allow people into his space. Everyone who knows him knows that." Morana blinked, still reeling from questions about the incredibly baffling man. "Then why did he let me, of all people, stay here?" Why had he insisted that she stay? Why had he growled like that when Dante had been ready to offer her his apartment?

Dense virgin

"We've been honest so far, Ms. Vitalio," he murmured. "I'll be honest now. I despise you but I want you. Fuck it, I do. And I want you out of my system." The crude way he spoke made her breaths heave faster.

She'd had sex once, with Jackson,

Surprise

And suddenly, he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.

Me: I'm leaving the city. I have a friend I've spoken to. Tristan Caine: Unspeak to your friend. If I'm not leaving this city, you sure as hell aren't.

Lol

Me: We are done. Is my father gone? Tristan Caine: With more bruises on his face than yours. Morana's eyes flew up, locking with his. He'd hit her father? Was he insane?

🥰

One side of his lips quirked up even as his eyes heated. "Doesn't matter. I get my mouth on you, and you'll never be the same."

The room had gone dead silent — so silent that she could have heard a breath catch. It told her what she’d been suspecting was correct — no one pulled the gun on Tristan Caine. Yeah, well, no one dry humped him against the wall of their father’s house either.

😂

“I don’t know whether to snap your neck or fuck the life out of you,”

his fingers brushing over her nether lips,

Lmao

17 Fearing Tristan, 8 years old, Tenebrae City

Only break from her nonstop inner monologue